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Kids Wh€U I Knows
Georsre The Misfit
Teddy'B Wish -
Nell and Pete
A Message Boy's Diary
The writer of this little booklet Uys claim to neither
literary nor poetical ability. H?r object ii to interpret in
lome 6egtte the childs louL
If her little book i» successful in shedding a gleam of
light on the study of this— the most wonderful and complex
of God's Creations, i' H leads one person to examine into the
conditions which . .ily claim thousands of children to
death and crime she will be amply repaid.
There are no children more mis-understood or more
cursed by circumstances than chi! 'ren of the poor. Yet no
class of children is more interesting. They are as a whole
intelligent, resourceful and ambitir s) for tliese little ones,
from the cradle to the grave, life r ins a battle against ad-
verse social conditions.
Poverty claims them at birth, pursues them relentlessly
through li'i, denies them leasute either for play o growth.
It deprives them of pure food, water, airy clean h< .j, suit-
able clothes, education and amusements, what wonr that a
few children fall victims of our mis-management! \7e
should consider it a miracle that more do not !
Most of these stories are taken direct from life.
God has distributed his gifts impartially, he has made
no one section of the community more noble, more virtuous,
more intelligent than another section. He has made man
in His image potentially good.
It is man, not God who has created class distinctions;
has created rich and poor, learned and ignorant. Man
through his love of power and greed for gold has created
poverty (the worst of all crimes) and through the unequal
distribution of wealth he has compelled unequal opportunity
a fal«^^' '**"'' '"^° "S™"'"? wiser and reafemg this is
on thisT^t^^'5 "J"' aPPtoaching when he will look back
^rf , .^ 'he darkest of all ages, and wonder how heco«ld
Z n fa^t™ * "'rir*'^' """"^'y "tlechadren work-
hLl J "^ '^"' "''"'= •>•= ''»'* »™fort and ease,
m«ts^whTl'""'^'"^""«' "»"""' -«* worldly enlr-
the.n.^*i^ " "I'^'r '""''"«^ '° understand and control
^e only mstrument th«H,gh which the divine purpose ^an
J^vititthT^-'s; - *"' '""•~' "' •"«
ROSE Wn.LS HENDERSON.
Oh ! please God, grow me fastly.
So, as 1 to work can go,
Cause when we're cold and hung.y,
Ma cries and worries so.
An' when the rent-man comes around
His face is red and long,
He shouts an' swears an' ses things,
Ma shivers ; she aint strong.
An please God if you're busy
Making babes for Aunty Lou
Don't send one to mother
Cause we've only food for two.
An' please God if at Christmas
Santa Claus is coming down,
To our back room in the cellar'
Do please send ma a gown ?
Cause no kid has a better ma,
She's the bestest in the block.
An just to^ay I heard her say,
" I wish I had a frock."
An Oh I please God just wait a while
I nearly most forgot, '
Don't forget the kids ne.x door,
They're needen such a lot.
Poor Mrs. Brown ! she works all day
All so does Joe an' Magg •
Cause >Ir. Brown loafs round the town
Au always has a jag.
An'^ please God if you're tired
I'll come some other diy
An' then we'll talk an' talk an' talk
I ve got such lots to say.
QEOROE THE MISFIT.
George was a happy, healthy, bright-eyed lad
to teed the birds, not canng about himself or his
c^^t! ^7"' "''^""° •■= '°'<' -"^ he had onlv five
cent fora bun for a dog. one cent for candy for hira-
bi d f i 'i"' •"= ■"'P'=°' '" -^^''"^ to see tTe
th bird ."' """ '^ ''^PPy '" '•■- P"'' with
he htl ,r :.'f'?'"''*"^^ ^^""""l him thinking
The o^ V u''"'" "'•'" -"^^^ ">e,n and me.??
The only thmg that George knew about himself or
h s ongm was what he had heard the people in he
village (,n which he had lived until his seventh
year) say, v,z : " that his father h.d been a wander
the Un.ted States and a great portion of Canada
had slept .n freight cars, barns, boxes and anyplace
tub" . ■ ,""' '; ""'' """ ^"^ *"hout his
grub, as he always found good people." Anyone
Wood V'"' "V°^' '°^ '^""'^'''"^ - '"-p °f Ssy
blood flowing through their veins can easMy under-
go HrfTf T"" '"^'^ ^^" =""^ ^'- -»
heahhv l'' ^"I'y"' ""-'y ligl^t b-wn hair,
healthy, clear, sun kissed skin lent him a great,
physical charm. His lips lightly parted were
always ready to burst into a broad smile, displaying
a perfect set of teeth, a laugh that charmed all and
melted the hearts of the most stem ofiScial-
good-natured, genial, delightful young " Hobo."
But apart from all this there was something even
greater and much more mysterious about Georg^.
Something that could be more easily imagined than
described— he had all the qualities of a Seer, a
Mystic and a Poet ; he was surrounded by an at-
mosphere of indiscribable peace, beauty and har-
mony that made it easy for the knowing to
understand his love 'or animals, tr:.vel and all
things of nature and why he loved to sit and think
on what created " them and me."
He was bom with a free spirit which humanity
so far had not been able to cage ; a child of God
and Nature which I have no doubt left its mark for
good on hundreds of others besides myself. Made
them feel as it did me " the value and privilege of
basking in the warmth and sunshine of a child's
free spirit and love, and no doubt made many wish
and long to contribute their share in filling the
universe with the laughter and happiness of child-
hood. He loved the water, liked to sit on the beach
and watch the tide coming in and " think," and to
sit by the brook and look at the minnows playing,
or dance. When he was very young a man took him
down to the sea and when he first saw the tide wash-
ing in he was "awful skered" and asked him "what
made it come like that." " The man answered
that it WHS a whale, a big fish wagging his tail a
long way out," but he knew it was rot so, and
found out for himself and can give a better expla-
nation than the majority of grown ups could.
He didn't care much for Ball Games, didn't
like the rough sport; it gairehim nothing to "think
about but he lovtd to see the boat and yacht races
they looked so pretty on the water and "a man must
be real brave to go out on the big waves"
He had no sisters and never saw his mother
'•so he knew nothing about girls" He saw some
girls that reminded him of flowers and would like
to have known them ; " most of the girls looked so
giggley he thought he had better give'em the sneak.''
Sometimes at night he gets "awful lonely"
thinks and longs for his mother, he has formed a
mantel picture of her that he is sure must be true
'cause it never leaves him." He sees her sitting
in the country at the gate of a farm house just
looking like a little girl all dressed in white with
long curly hair and big brown eyes always laughing
with her arms stretchea out to him and hecaa hear
her saying "be good be good." That's why I have
never done nothing'' .sometimes I see her so real
laughing th • I have to laugh too. I don't tell many
people this, 'cause they'd laugh at me " said George
But I like to tell you 'cause you seem to under-
stand. Ouce I told this to a man he looked so
nice he was dressed lilie as if he was a minister
but he looked at me a kind of a sneer and said
come off now you think you can fool me. I'm
afraid you'll go to the nut factory if you dont tike
care, sol never said anything about this to anyone
else. But it's real just the same, iust real to me
as you are now and I can't help it. Do you thiuk
I answered him to the efFect that it was abso-
lutely true, that God gave him this visi i of his
mother to make him happy and guide liim through
life and that it was this influence that had guided
and protected him this far, and toalways wait and li.t.
en when he was tempted to do wrong, for this voice
and he would be stire to never go far astray. His
eyes and face became radiant.
The child seemed assured of something real
something which had been always a part of his real
hfe, but which he was not absolutely sure of and
the conviction which gave hisi inexpressible joy, as
may be inferred from his questions and remarks.
'• Do you really believe in things which you
can't see or touch? " Do you thiuk my mother
can ^.ray for me and love me where she is ? " An
when I see her the words she speaks is that which
keeps me from awipin ? " Would it seem an
awful dark sin if I was to call that God
I answered all his profound questions to the
best of my ability, assuring him that it wouldn't
be an " awful dark sin to call that God. On the
contrary it was one of the many ways God had of
teacliin^- and guiding humanity and making chil-
The tears welled up in his big soulful eyes and
Jiftcr a few moments of silence said : " Well, I know
no trade, I ain't got no schooling like other boys, I
can t do nothing to build great things, but I can
and r will be good, and may be me being good will
make some other kid good.'
George went back to the land of his birth and
a.s far as I am concerned lost sight of, and generally
speaking will be lost sight of to the world at large,
will probably be one of the multitudes who swell the
ntimbers in some in.stitution or factory, where there
IS no p!-e for individuality, or to grow where mind
and body cannot thrive; where ideals and aspira-
tions of the spirit and soul are crushed out before
they have had a chance to be born and where
thou.«ands of our most precious possessions— the
children— are maimed and brutalized daily.
Oh ! the beauty of thought and ideals locked
111 each child's heart awaiting the intelligence of
mankind, and the magic touch of love out from
their souls to start to grow and blossom free and
nntramelled as the flowers, to intoxicate humanity
with a divine fragrance.
Dear God I live down in a lane
Where there's lots of kids for sure,
An' their ma's an' pa's an' auntie's,
Are very, very poor.
So God, I thought I'd tell you
All about the folk and place.
Cause the other day pa laid to ma,
" What's coming of the race ?
I work an' work from morn till night,
I neither drink n?r smoke,
An' yet we aint got tjrub enough, "
Then ma lookec' up an' spoke.
She said that God was coming sure,
To give the poor their own.
That all their trials and sorrows,
Must be settled very soon.
So if you think of coming, God,
Be sure an' let me know.
So I can watch an' show you.
Cause you'd never find our mv
You go down a lane an' through a court,
An' up a broken stair.
An' ask the man in number ten
For little Sandy Blair.
Then I'll taVe you up a narrow street,
An through a lane or two,
An' show you where my cousins live,
They'll be watching out for you.
Then I'll take you down to mothers,
In courtyard number ten,
An' show you all the shanties
What's owned by great rich men.
Where the babies choke wid dirt an smoke
An the rats and cats play tag;
An' the kiddies work the livelong day
An' the fathers die of fag.
An' if you can remember God,
The bairns what's in the mill,
Jest tell the boss an headmen,
Not to work them fit to kill.
I hope I'll never, never grow
Old and bent like daddy,
With hollow eyes and teeth all out
And wearin clothes whats shabby.
I'd sooner die and be with God.
And sing and play in Heaven,
Than iee ma starve and wash and scrub
And worlcin' for eleven.
When dad gets home from work at night
He's tired, cold and dirty,
And ma's so worn she's like to faint.
She's no time to dress up pnrty.
The kids is hungry, cold and cross.
They'd nearly drive you dizzy ;
The fire is out, the supper's cold.
And Gran is scolding Lizzie.
Then Dad puts down his grub like niad
And rushes o£f with Farrell,
And if you pass the comer bar
You'll see them round the barrel.
I want to look just like me boss
Tall and straight and dandy,
But what's the use in wishing so
When I even can't buy candy.
I want to see my mudder dresst
And Kit with a real dolly,
And daddy with a bran new suit
Pshaw I I'm dreamin' folly.
I want to hear some music
See the pictures and the show.
Ah ! what's the use ir thinkin' stufiF
When a feller's got no doe.
Oh ! Its har-l to be a kid for sure !
vVhat has to work for ever,
No time for play no time to grow,
Or think how to be clever.
So if you know some little kid
Poor and sick and weary,
Don't forget to try and help
To make his life more cheery.
Please do not be cross with me,
I didn't understand,
I wanted fo-d, I wanted clothes.
An' things to make me grand.
An' Ma was always out at work,
Since Pa has gone away,
As I stayed home to mind the kids.
The blested live long day.
At times they nearly set me wild.
They cried and made a fuss.
Poor ma ! was almost worked to death,
Getting food for all of us.
An' I just thought I'd lilte to help,
Please ! I really did'nt know
At' when that nice man came along,
He took me ti> the show.
An' then says he to me one day.
" You look so sweet an' fine,
I'd dress, you up and love you so,
If you would jist be mine."
An' oh ! the first time J found out
I almost nearly diett,
I begged and begged to let me go,
Then I ju.s' sat down an cried.
NELL AND PETF.
In a dark and dreary courtyard,
Down a narrow, dirty street,
In a tumbled, sunless shanty,
Lives '.ittle Nell and Pete.
Pale and wan but happy,
In the Muses' magic spell.
Says little Nell to Peter,
" Let's try at playing Hell."
Then Pete with manly courage,
Set about his task to do,
Got out his mother's bread-kuife,
Of the bad to make a stew.
And Ne!! put on St. Peter's cap,
Of paper brown aud strong,
And sat upon a soap box
Struck dnmb by angel's song.
Ah shaw ! i ays little Peter,
" The Devils I cant see,
I want to kill and stew them
And make soup for you and me.''
But Nell w h clearer vision,
Could ht r the angels pray,
Could see no imps of Satan,
Dressed up in colours gay.
She could see the great archangel.
With children bright and strong.
Romping in the gardens,
Midst flowers and birds aud song.
Then said little Nell to Peter
" Hell is nothing more
Than lies made up by bad ones,
To scare the children sure."
" My ! its getting dark said Peter
And nn will soon be here,
Lets sweep the floor and play no more.
Of things what makes us fear."
LITTLE MOTHER " NAN."
Nancy was only seven years old, pale and
careworn with a pathetic far away look that fairly
haunted me, she stared at me out of her large
brown eyes, the lids of which seemed unable to
quiver, her form still and motionless, her dark, thin
straight hair fell in strings about her neck and
shoulders not knowing the touch of a comb from
week to week. A bath was unknown, for in Nancy's
hovel called " home " there was neither bath nor
wash-tub ; the large pot serving as wash-tiib and
family stewing-pot, when fate was kind enough to
seud meat and vegetables at the same time to stew,
which was only on " State '' occasions and holidays.
It was plainly visible to even the casual observer or
the chance visitor that Nancy was the victim of
many generations of social environment and pov-
erty and all its attendant evils. Nancy's great
grandmother had been a servant, her grandmother
a factory girl, and her mother a " Washer Lady,''
and no doubt when Nancy graduates into woman's
estate she too will go through most of these pro-
fessions. Nancy (to use her own expression)
" never had no father though lots of kiddies she
knew had fathers, she never had.'
Her mother, a frail dejected, hopeless little
speck of wommhood not having strength or intel-
ligence enough to provide for or look after heraelf
properly, but made a biave effort to do what she
Ts'lfo, J" °'' "f " ^"' "'''''■ "- -'her
the hard life she had led she was crippled and
d^ost useless •' Nancy, Dear Nancy Sweet
Nancy' was the idol of both mother and Krlnd
mother and Nancy certainly deserved th^.t Tra
dark aS. ^^" u^ °°' """y °f ^""^l""^ i° that
Uon and comfort. " Oh ! its crnel," said Nancy's
her cheeks "those good church ladies doesn't
understand how the poor loves their children thev
came and tried to make me give up my d'arHng
Nancy only because 1 am poor ; they wanfed to puf
her :„ a home where I would always have to L
permission to see my own child, they sent a polke
them'l 7r "' '°'° ^^"^ h- «P. ^-^^ old
them I would sooner die than give her up ; if they
wlrk r,l f on;, but when I'm sick and can't
work I m so afraid they'll come and take her away.
Oh please lady don't ever take a child from a
mo^ier what wants to keep her, its cruel, its ter-
nble they can't believe in God what does that,
wothertn'"^ ^"'^ " ''""^ °° '° ^er weeping
mothers neck apparently fully realizing the trag
edy which few can understand in separating I
mother and child " It's lovely " exclaimed Nancy's
mother to see the dear sing her gran to sleeo^'
sometimes we don't have aiiy monfy to ^pend^r'
o,; and candle, so we do have to go to bed early ;
the child doesn't be sleepy, but she gets into bed
and smgs to put her "Gran " to sleep, and tries to
smooth her wrinkles out, and do you believe it, she
seems to have some sort of power in them little
hands, for whenever I'm tired and have a headache
all she has to do ,s to rub my head a bit and the
pain goes. " Oh how could we do without her ? ' '
Nancy is very fond of children and in the
court.yard where she lives there are n.any babies-
some of their mothers have to go out to work, so she
plays mamma." One day she saved a little baby
(whose mother had gone out to work) from being
burnt. The little brother of three had got some
matches and set the bed on fire. Nancy saw th-
smoke and screamed out "Oh ! Gran, Gran look."
then darted into the house, grabbed the baby and
took It to Gran to mind, and got a mau to go and
get the fire^ngine which saved the pc, • hovel from
being burnt down.
I made Nancy's acquaintance in a strange
way. One dark, d drizzly night in Nover^ber
she came into th. Mission, walking slowly and
timidly and leading by the hand a dirty, ragged
Utle boy of five. She gazed all around and finely
looking towards me she smiled and came up to me
and said, "Please can I come here?" I got two
mtle red chairs which pleased them very much
Nancy seemed to think chairs were only to look at
in shop windows, and not to sit on, but in a little
while she was at her ease aud appeared to want to
say something to me : she had neither hat uor coat
on ; her little chum Johnny had a cap, but no
coat or rubbers, his knees and toes were both out,
and both seemed very interested in the proceedings :
it was the first time N;incy or her friend had ever
been to a Mission or Church as " their Mas and Pas
had no use for religion, it doned them no good," and
had it not been for the fact that Nancy was a
stranger in the neighbourhood and went on a tour
of investigation on her own account and having
been attracted by the music and songs of the Mis-
sion ; the chances are that I should never have had
the pleasure of knowing her and my life at least
would have been that much less the richer.
I was in the midst of giving a lesson on clean-
liness, and as I looked at these two late beautiful
but dirty additions I could not help appreciating the
situation and realise how appropriate and opportune
'he moment. I was impressing the fact upon them
"that all children were like beautiful flowers but
that only the roots of the flowers were in the earth
or were dirty or soiled ; the flowers themselves were
like the children -above the earth, and were always
bright, clean and beautiful ; to which Nancy seemed
to agree with a vigorous shake of the head, sitting
all the while with eyes and mouth wide apart,
drinking in every word. Towards the close of the
lesson I was holding out various bribes to induce
the children to come always with clean hands and
faces -I told them of the beautiful summer comiujf
and of the day when we would all go to St Helen's
Island and bathe in the St. Lawrence River ; of
Xmas coming when the boy or girl with the greatest
number of marks for cleanliness would receive his
prize (to his and his mother's joy),when all of a sud-
den looking down at little Nan (a picture to be-
hold her arms around Johnny) who evidently ga-
thered by my remarks that there would be no place
tor lum, looked up at me ir an affectionate and
appea ing way, and with tears in her eyes and voice
trembling with emotion said "Oh please lady can
johnny come too ? cause he has no mamma to clean
him but I'll dean him as well as meself."
Magg an Mame can't play the game,
Wid kids like Ned an Mat,
Mame can't run and Magg's no fun,
They don't know how to bat.
I took them out the other day.
Their hands an' feet to cool,
An' when I sed " I like you May,"
She looked an' sed " You fool."
So then ses I " no more for me
Of girls on the fly."
Now— when they say—" We like the show,"
I look them in the eye.
An say—" Dear May you'll find some day
All kids you cannot fool,
I'm getting wise like other guys
I'm learning in your school."
Ah ! say Mr Judge an you wouldn't
.^= juggin a feller like him,
His fader an' mudder were drinkin
And turned out Billy an' Jim.
An' the cop went to beat up his fader
An' his mudder struck him wid a can,
So Jonny could stand it no longer
An' that's how the row first began.
Say ! Jonnie's the brightest and bravest
An' a cop's just a cop we all know,
But its up to you Mr. Judge, sir !
To tell the poor kid, he can go.
Oh ! you've ne\ er been down in our yard sir ?
Our house is the last in the block,
If you've never been down, please don't come sir 1
I know t'would give you a shock.
The ceiling's all down an' the paper's all dirt
An' the mud-gee ! its up to your eyes!
But the thing that drives us most crazy,
Is the rats an' the bugs an' the flies.
Ah! let him go home to his mudder
The bunch is all tremblin' with fear ;
An' if Jimmie's sent down to the cooler
He'll be short on his Christmas cheer.
An' sure an' you would't be happy
At home wid your kids round your knees
When you'd think of poor little Jonney
Away in the cooler, Ah ! please !
Says little Mike to Padi'y, "
'' Do you believe in God ? "
" Of course I do ! " says Paddy
With his elbow on the hob.
" Is God just like your father?"
Says little Mike to Pat
' O course he is ! " says Paddy
" What makes you ask me that ? "
" Cause if God is like your father,
When I've done thiugs what's wrong,
I don't ask his forgiveness,
Out o' books by reading long."
" An' I don't like to talk to God,
An' read an' read an' read,
I like to just look up an' say,
" Oh! Father see my need."
Does God ever visit the alleys ?
Or think of the kids what's there ?
Pa says " he don't believe it,"
Ma says " God's everywhere."
If God loves the kids of the alley,
The kids what's dirty and smell.
Why do the idle dressed-up folk
Come down and tell us of Hell ?
When I'm home taking care of the baby.
While mother is out at work,
And pa's in bed with the fever,
I don't think that's much worth.
As if hunger an' cold an' sickness
An' fear, an' deceit, an' smell,
An' going without toys an' candy
An' base-ball an' things aint Hell.
If I'm ever a man I'll carry a can,
An fight the pleeceman too,
An I'll swear like pa,
When he's jawed by ma,
For licking sister Sue.
I'll drink an' drink, an' eat an' eat,
An I'll go to the picture show,
I'll be good to the kids.
With the hair out their lids-
Its a sin to hang on to your doe.
I'll go the race wid me best gal " Grace"
An I'll 'oet on the horse that'll beat,
An if they dont give the mon,
I'll buy a small gun.
An' chase them all over the street.
I'll buy roses for ma, an a motor for pa,
An' a Injun suit for Bill ;
I'de buy candy an' buns,
An' divide wid me chums,
An' a book on detectives for Phil.
When the circus wid come we'd all go on the run,
We'd buy nuts for the elephant's trunk ;
An' Jimmy an' Mike,
W'd each have a bike.
That w'd put all the cops on the punk.
An when I'd be dead wid a stone at me head
T'would say " Here lies brave Davy Finn
A lover of lads,
A hater of cads
An' strongly attracted to gin.
A MESSAQE BOY'S DIARY.
G»«l Thi. ii mj flntdTTui . resi job. It n»kei on*
fMl «. If h. wu K>m. f.ll.r. Tom Smith .nd Charlie Gr.T
11 b. awful mud w«n ih.y „t me wid m» pay, but than >
f. .r mna-Qt b« to boatin' caua it i.n't fare to make the oder
fell*™ geloi, .„• aom. day they mai be makiu mora nor me
then rde be mad.
Got up this mornin' and made me brekfaa' my old woman
wa» Bik, ahe-g bin having it purly hard of late an' wajhin' ia
hard for a woman of 55 troubled wid de rumatik., had bred
and tee, real milk and molaaaea in it. My I won't it be flne to
have reel milk and molaaae. at every meul now I'me workin'
1 11 be liTin like a milinair. Went 22 meMagee tOKiay. Go-sh I
but I'me lernin- thing., went 1 plac' and aaw a reel milinair
he bad a awel ofia .ilver Sxina an' Soura on hia de^k, it muat
b»T bin bis miaaia that waa in to see him cans' he waa ao fond
of her, aha waa dreat aomethin' awel and a had a gran' smal of
perfumery it was aomethin' grate, an' ataid in me nose fur
hours i If ever I can get money to epar I'll by that kind for
ma I no she'd like it.
Went to anuther ofia had to walk up fore flites of slayrs
oaua the eleviater isn't ftar wurk peo^U .. .. I mus'r,' hrgit
Ime workpeople now, the man', boy waa wid him, gee I hut
he lookt swel wid a fine ante of clo. widout a hole an his boots
and fao all ehinin' cleen, he waa givio him money to go to the
baaebal or show I spose, an' he had a big books of k.ndie I
atnd to look a minut at him an' the man shouted be of wid
yon boy you mosn't loof. Ob 1 I wish I had a pa to give me
tb.ngs, an it mas' be nice to loof, but I .po«e God mad pore
cbilder fnrto work so as rich childer nd gro' an' loof and be
dreat nice cause it wouldn't look nice to se all thechi dor
.":i«iiktha7it';';,i.?""^™^^^'^;'""' ''••" 'f»^^^^
incnge iik that it wad be a am to loof an' ill just wurk T
wunder what God looks Iik, if he is a big gint o^r if Zi, Iik
cSSs? Zt" : ^ T '•'^'i^y I''f» '»"" he wa, inwisible
cause that nua be somethin' grate cause wen you think
youre goin to se him you dont see him at al. ^
he nemed to Ijk me an wanted to Iik m„ k. i i [
m.kmb., ; them mu, be terible bad thing,, but I felt Jrrv fu
be dog he wanted to kom wid me, the bfdi'e .pok e n I .„
L2Z1 ^'^-.."k' """ "'" ™' "'^° •" " ' "- '- 1"«
It .- . t good (or u, l„ hav to muob. tonil. I „i, „„ ,,„ ' ,''
g,v,tt„me mudder an maybe weii, go to'.br.ho^a: g
.omethm n,oe to eat ! I thi^'ll make mudde.- an me h,.p/
Build me a house on the tree tops,
Far from man's abode,
Down by the churning mill-stream,
Away from the great high-road.
And there let me live and ponder,
On the ways of kith and kin.
And there let me rest and wonder.
At the power and mercy of Him.
Build me a house in the tree top
Near where the children pass,
Let me tell them of angels and fairies.
And pray for each lad and lass.
And tell them o; Brownies and Goblins
Whispering in their behalf,
When they're fast asleep in their cradles,
Dancing to make them laugh.
Build me a house in the tree-top,
And just at the close of day.
Let me hear the song aud laughter,
And watch the children play.
Let me mend their broken dollies,
Dispel their darkest fear.
And crone them into dreamland.
With happy, healthy cheer.